I, I was sold a dream That I could ever be someone to you You, always out of reach You don't really have to be somewhere, do you Maybe All this chasing All the ringing of the bells It was meant for someone else Oh I create A different kind of love of all the stars in space I wrap my arms around myself and say I'm happier now All the colors in my eyes So new Light Echoing out Bringing every picture into view Oh I create A different kind of love of all the stars in space I wrap my arms around myself and say And come back to my senses And come back to myself And come back to my senses And come back to myself And come back to my senses And come back to myself And come back to my senses And come back to myself